“I guess.” Fifer turned the page. “My, she was angry about Justine and Marcus leaving. She’s got a full-on rant here.” Fifer read on, then lowered the journal. “I feel weird reading this. Is it wrong?”

Sky glanced over her shoulder. “I can see why you’d feel that way. With anybody else, I’d pause and think that through too. But the Revinir has abducted Thisbe and our dragon friends. She set one of Warbler’s ships on fire and destroyed it. She’s taken a world of dragons and black-eyed children as her slaves by putting a mind control spell on them. And she intends to keep manipulating and stepping on others as she stomps and claws her way to the top of everything with no regard for anyone else.” Sky took a breath. “I say, as a citizen of Warbler and Artimé, that she has waived all right to privacy. We need to fight her however we can, and this might just give us a clue as to how.”

Fifer thought that through, then nodded. She sat down and read further. Every now and then she reported something out loud to Sky. “Emma feels abandoned.” And: “Emma is extremely angry at her parents for not letting her go after her brother and sister.” And: “Emma is determined to get re—” Fifer stopped short and stared at the page.

Sky looked up. “To get what?”

“To get revenge against the island of Quill,” Fifer said slowly. She turned her head. “And that’s exactly what she’s been trying to do for sixty years.”

“Even long after her siblings died,” said Sky. “She’s still paying them back.”

“And hurting us.”

Sky nodded. “Does she say anything else about her parents? I don’t think we know anything about them. I certainly don’t remember them, and I don’t think my mother does either.”

“She talks about her father being away at sea. And her mother, who was the ruler of Warbler, often spoke about missing her homeland and her family.”

“Interesting,” said Sky. “So her mother was from somewhere else. I wonder if she came through the Dragon’s Triangle like Kaylee. How many journals are there?”

“This whole crate is filled with them,” said Fifer.

“We should take them home with us so we can read everything.”

Fifer nodded. “We’re not going home yet, though, are we?”

Sky looked up. “Why not? Don’t you want to?”

Fifer shrugged. “I don’t know. It feels kind of nice being here, just us. I like talking with you.”

Sky smiled. “I like talking with you, too. And even though we’re in a hurry to figure this out, you know you can come to me whenever you need me, right?”

Fifer nodded.

Sky tilted her head. “Do you need me right now?”

Fifer’s eyes filled. She nodded again. “Things are just weird.”